smelling of rich oils drenched in the lingering scents of Orange blossoms and rose water, the heavenly perfumes danced alluring in the humid summer air. Poured forth from delicate amber vials, lathered and coaxed into dampened curls of vivid ebony till such locks hung smooth and gleaming under the fading golden light of the sun, shining like that of ribbons of Dragon glass. Warm waters like the ocean’s peaceful currents, lapped at the copper edges of its confinement, pale petals floating amongst its milky waves like ships lost at sea only to find salvation on dewy skin marked by lifes constellations of freckles.
Balora Greywood sighed in blissful contentment as she was cleaned and polished away from the remnants of dragon that had clung to her. Smoke and ash rubbed away to reveal the golden skin that laid underneath, hair combed with fine Dornish oils that smelled of spices and warm amber flowers, by the skilled and practiced hands of her ladies maids. Till once more she resembled the high-born lady she had been born as rather than the wild hellion she had come appearing as from her ride earlier that day.
